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It occurs to me that I haven't expressed my gratitude strongly enough for your agreed inclusion into the Collective. Your presence was a... Welcome one.

You improved us.

This may seem like an unusual expression, Commander, but if I were to assimilate you... If we were to mentally embrace... It would be most pleasurable.

"WE ARE THE BORG. UNLOCK YOUR CELLS AND SURRENDER YOURSELVES. WE WILL ADD YOUR BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL DISTINCTIVENESS TO OUR OWN. YOUR CULTURES AND WORLDS WILL ADAPT TO SERVICE US. YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE."

The above is spoken like this and this. Several voices, all at once.

And, worryingly, almost exactly the same message as was once given, all that time ago, when she began to assimilate the ship and everyone in it...

But when next something is spoken, there's only the Queen's. Singularly. An air of superiority and amusement, because the previous part was an experiment.

"Tell me, those who were here, when last we met... Hearing that. How did it make you feel?"

For a collective, your attempt at assimilation is tremendously inefficient. You've overlooked some vital flaws inherent to your primitively tribal natures.

But the observation is providing some most enlightening comparisons.

I'll be here for the aftermath, Coyolxauhqui. You'll need someone with an... Understanding of these things.

Hello, children.

Today, we're going to learn about the word 'assimilation'. Assimilation turns us all into friends.

You like having friends, don't you?

Good.

The Borg want to be your friends. The Borg are here to help you make more.

Consider yesterday's public message aborted.

I will not be manufacturing the baubles, T'Pol. Levitated or not. You may erase the prepared musical compositions, too.

Narvin... Why must so many of my frustrations aboard this vessel originate from Gallifreyan sources?

Recreation is revealing itself to have valuable consequences for our collective. We should... Take a moment to reflect on our levels of pleasure stimulated by these festivities.

You will celebrate. Your cultural traditions will adapt to service those of the community.

Resistance is futile.

These lists of... Wishes.

How very Pavlovian.

This flawed contamination of disloyalty needs to end.

I've long since suspected how erratic the chaos of individuality can be, but the extended duration of this, my second stay, has only served to demonstrate how increasingly weak a community can become without a unified purpose.

You lack cohesion. Without harmony, more amongst you are going to succumb to this constant butchering we labour beneath. Only the act of mating seems to generate reliable trust and even this is fleeting.

Admiral, you have failed in your aim of presenting me with a viable alternative.

Private - T'Pol:
> GENERATING LIST...
> LIST GENERATED
> UPLOADING...

This recent chaotic behaviour is a cause of heightened frustration. I request extended durations within the laboratory's solitude.

[OOC: T'Pol will find a very lengthy list of all manner of bizarre technologies. Some familiar, some not. A few in high priority are capable of isolating, analysing and focusing cross-dimensional electromagnetic wavelengths... She wants these.]

Denizens, I speak on behalf of the Borg Collective.

You are without power, heat or any sign of replenishing stocks of either food or drinking fluids. Given enough time, there is every danger that even the water used for cleaning and flushing body waste will cease to be replaced, regardless of attempts conserve it. This state of affairs, if allowed to continue, will weaken many of you to the point of disrepair, if not permanent termination.

Contained within me is the means to provide you with these things. The vessel can be repaired. Upgraded. It will take moments.

Some of you will balk at this suggestion. I fully expect it. But others are more... Practical. Open to pragmatic solutions.

You have less than a week to decide.

This situation is unacceptable.

Finding an alternative source of power is critical for survival.

T'Pol was unwilling to engage your services. However, a compromise has been accepted.

Locate from amongst the wardening class someone with an interest in oversight of your laboratory activities. Make sure they are urged to contact her... The Vulcan commitment to logic is a powerful tool in undermining emotional concerns.

Rex Lewis is hereby requested to engage in our laboratory work.

His scientific expertise would be of immense benefit in analysing the effects of interdimensional flooding. Especially if you could convince the medical staff for details on how biological analysis differs between selected residents' states of being.

If such a study is not already underway, then I suggest it should be.

Warden T'Pol... I suggest you tell the Admiral not to bequeath such costumes to me.

Ever.

I must say, I wasn't expecting this...

You are late.

Commander... Your archives infer an exemplary attention to scientific pursuits.

I now have monitored access to the laboratory.

It is believed these circumstances are compatible.

> LOG INITIATED
> UNABLE TO CONTACT PRIMARY NETWORK
> UNABLE TO LOCATE AUXILARIES
> REALIGNING TO EXCLUSIVE INERTIAL PROCESSING
> RE-ESTABLISHING EMERGENCY PROTOCOLS
> FOREIGN NETWORK CONNECTION RE-ESTABLISHED
> ARCHIVES RETRIEVED
> ANALYSING...
> TASK COMPLETE

Not a desired outcome... But neither is it without potential.

Our momentary absence seems to have brought with it enlightening changes in your collective. Some go. Some remain.

Many remember.

A landscape of situational awareness, forever debating while disunity reigns. A problem of chaos many of you were liberated from into order, courtesy of the Collective's guiding influence... An education its new members excelled in during their all too brief quest for perfection.

Your lack of cohesion will prove as self-destructive as it has ever been. And that has not changed.

> END LOG

With spatial displacement comes familiarity.

Connection... Terminated.

We assimilate almost your entire vessel and its compliment of personnel... In light of this, your disciplinary procedures are ridiculously ineffective.

There is absolutely no intention of reversing our intentions.

This shell is as flawed as was suspected... We should not have waited for prosthetic re-enhancement.

But, Captain Adams... Dear Captain... We forgive you, One. You remember your designation within the Collective, don't you? One. The first of many reborn into perfection.

We forgive you.

It's only a sign of your own base instincts coming back to the fore. It comes with being indivudal. Human. Alone. Imperfect. The rest, the others... They don't understand. You understand. You understand, because, as with so many before, you not only were there... You still are.

And we miss you for it.

We miss your voice, One... Do you miss ours?

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The Borg Queen

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